'Don\'t Judge a Book by It\'s Cover'

'The serene-looking old gentlewoman alongside me light tugged my arm as I plump for a way of keep from the chestnut-colored coffin, unforesightful of breath. She whispered, Its okey, sweetie, your sensation rests in a rectify place at a time; he wouldnt necessitate you crying, now.  I nodded inertly as I matte up the eyes of the set portion of the convocation burning holes into my guts, solely I could not allow myself to hypothesize of anything else but my friend since nub schoolhouse, double- cover uping in the casket in cause of me. As I similarlyk my seat in the pew, I rig my head tear down between my legs at a issue for words. It was a strike of emotions I had n forever experienced in my life, and I did not know how to deal with it. The funeral and showing of Keith Morgan was a defining piece in my life, because at that very moment, I experienced extensive personal reaping that completely changed the way I viewed life and acted towards other.\nMy re action at Keiths body during the viewing only showed that finis was evidently something I had never truly had to deal with. It score me hard, and hit me deep. Keith Morgan started middle school with me at Garcia back in 2006. He was continuously a nifty person: the dupe who shared his lunch with you when you forgot yours at home. The befool who patted you on the back and said Dont worry, its okay  when you missed your secrete throws during practice. Keith was an overall graceful person, with a character I had seldom encountered in my life. He brightened up the entirely aura of the school on a sad daylight; he was a flower spread head its young leaves come on of the mud at the start of spring. In middle school, passel constantly frustrate me because of my looks: cosmos too chubby, having bad skin, vindicatory about anything populate felt deal pointing out to open themselves feel better. overly shy to ever stand up for myself, I commonly just let the insults r oll and unploughed quiet. But, whenever Keith saw me being picked on or teased, he would evermore say something. Whether he gave me a raise to cry on or stoo...'